Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1167: Baby, you really aren’t afraid of death, are you?

Chapter 1167: Chapter 1167: Baby, you really aren’t afraid of death, are you?

Huo Yirong’s cigarette was nearly half burnt as his gaze never left Song Qing’s form.

Song Qing was not the purest of beauties, but there was a seductive quality about her, especially in her outfit tonight, which accentuated her unique charm in a way that made it difficult for anyone to look away.

Any man is usually gentle with a beautiful woman, yet the second master of the Huo Family was not one to cherish beauty.

He pinched out the cigarette in his hand and threw it out the car window, freeing his hand to reach towards Song Qing.

The latter saw that long, good-looking hand reaching for her but didn’t sense the danger coming, nor did she dodge.

In the next instant, she felt a sharp pain in her scalp.

Song Qing was forcefully pulled in front of Huo Yirong, her body involuntarily leaning forward, and she ended up draped over his legs.

To prevent her from struggling forcefully, Huo Yirong placed his other hand on her lower back, applying a slight pressure.

Song Qing looked up, her beautiful eyes angrily glaring at the man above her, "What do you want?"

Huo Yirong did not let go of her hair, his gaze looking down at her, "Dressed so... provocatively, do you intend to marry into the Rong Family?"

His hand on Song Qing’s lower back began to move slowly downward, as if assessing some rare object; every inch his fingertips moved carried a bit of force, as if showing his dissatisfaction with the item under his control.

The fabric of Song Qing’s dress was thin, and the warm and cool touch of his roaming fingertips was very distinct, which inevitably caused her body to tremble uncontrollably.

It was not out of fear, but rather a very strange feeling, indescribable whether it was repulsion or anxiety towards the unknown touch, an eerie sensation throughout her body.

Even with her previous close physical contact with Rong Menglan, she hadn’t felt like this.

Her cheeks were growing hotter, and Song Qing’s heartbeat had also started to become erratic.

Pretending to be dead, she buried her face in Huo Yirong’s legs.

However, this action scraped her cheek.

Her facial expression initially went blank for a moment, then a look of disbelief appeared.

Song Qing realized something was off about him.

She moved away from the vital touch that grazed her face, turning her head to the other side; the view she was met with was his shirt-clad abdomen, and a strong scent of hormones wafted over.

Song Qing, already trembling slightly, now found herself even less in control of her body.

"Are you afraid?"

The question came from above her head.

The hand on her lower back moved away, the action gently stroking the top of her head.

Again and again, as though touching a well-behaved pet.

"Afraid, my ass!" Song Qing retorted stubbornly.

Not willing to be overwhelmed by the intense masculine presence, she turned her head to the other side, finally breathing much easier.

Huo Yirong scoffed, "You’ve really gone wild outside."

The hand caressing Song Qing’s head didn’t stop its motion, and his voice was as calm as water, the declarative tone betraying no emotion.

It was getting late, and Huo Yirong was not planning to tangle with Song Qing any longer.

He patted the top of Song Qing’s head, his tone much gentler, "I’ve told you before not to let this body get dirty so easily. It seems your memory isn’t good, so I’ll reiterate it today."

Song Qing’s response was a cold chuckle that echoed within the carriage.

Huo Yirong was unfazed, his tone serious, with a slight chill of warning, "You can be reckless outside, and you’re not afraid of getting into trouble, as long as you don’t recklessly take lives. I can cover for you in anything else.

But remember one thing, now that you belong to me, you can’t let any other man touch you. Considering this is your first offense, I won’t punish you, but if there’s a next time, whether you’re human or not, I’ll always find a way to make you remember it deeply.

Believe me, by then, the position you’ll find yourself in won’t be something you can escape from just by admitting your mistake. I’ll turn you into a pet devoid of any thought, dependent solely on my moods for survival."

Hearing this, Song Qing’s eyes widened slightly.

She cursed inwardly, thinking this man was too twisted.

She hadn’t missed the hidden implications of his words.

Back when she was a Hidden Guard of the Huo Family, she had witnessed firsthand in certain special clubs how young men and women of beauty, after being "trained" by skilled teachers, lost their thoughts, personalities, dignity, and even their selves, existing only to please their masters, at any cost.

Thinking that she could become like that, Song Qing felt an indescribable chill in her heart.

Her long lashes trembled, her expression twisted with anger.

Having the capability to resist, when fury overtook her reasoning, she placed her hand on Huo Yirong’s leg and, with a snake-like agility, escaped from his grip.

Song Qing settled back into her seat, narrowing her eyes as she sized up the content-looking Second Master Huo before her.

He met her furious gaze, his thin lips slowly curving into a pleased smile.

"Baby, you should know I never joke. Remember what I said."

When Huo Yirong finished speaking, he slightly raised his noble chin toward Huo Qiang, who stood by the carriage door.

Once again, Huo Qiang gestured for Song Qing to exit with an inviting hand, "Miss Song, please—"

Song Qing knew it was pointless to continue the clash.

But she was not content, feeling frustrated and irritable.

Just as Huo Qiang saw that Song Qing was not ready to get off and was about to personally make her move, Song Qing suddenly leaned close to Huo Yirong.

Her apparently delicate but strong hands fiercely grabbed Huo Yirong’s shirt collar, pulling him close, her red lips curving into a cold smirk, "Second Master, could it be that you have feelings for me? Otherwise, why would you be blocking and warning me in the middle of the night?"

Huo Yirong placed his hand over Song Qing’s, his voice still as calm as before, "Baby, don’t anger me, just be a good girl and listen."

"Ptui!" Song Qing spat out through gritted teeth, "What right do you have to control me? I’m no longer a Hidden Guard of the Huo Family, not a dog kneeling before you. You think you can control me? Are you worthy?"

Huo Qiang, standing outside the carriage, turned pale hearing Song Qing’s words.

If Huo Qiang, the third master of the family, took blood when he got angry, which was rare, then Huo Yirong, the second master’s temper was unpredictable. One second he might smile warmly at you, and the next he’d take a life with weapon in hand.

Song Qing’s words were akin to pulling the whiskers on the tiger’s head, clearly a death wish.

Every time the Second Master flew into a rage, it was these subordinates who suffered.

Huo Qiang thought miserably that he had no idea if the men who came out with him tonight would survive the Second Master’s fury.

A low, pleasant chuckle resounded in the carriage, the magnetic and appealing sound characteristic of a man.

Huo Yirong not only didn’t erupt into the thunderstorm Huo Qiang had anticipated, but instead wrapped his arm around Song Qing’s waist, pulling her close into his embrace.

He imprisoned the struggling body with his arms and whispered close to her ear, "Baby, you really aren’t afraid to die, are you."

Song Qing’s alluring eyes sparkled, her body radiating a bold and rampant demonic energy, "Listening to the Second Master’s words just now, since you know who I am, you should also realize that the men you brought today aren’t even enough to clean my teeth with."